“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of
your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to
music that for some reason is really getting to your heart.
You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and
picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like
books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and
relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from
your me“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the
kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and
listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your
heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to
work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting
things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on
taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or
fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly
you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house
and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably
wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be
the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened
everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to
calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute
period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person
you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be
this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever
been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from
sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as
much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The
coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out.
You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”